Lauretta, 1922 You entered ‘normal school’ at Crescent Heights as if your education to this point had been abnormal, and maybe it was—you couldn’t know the future so you believed your prospects were limited to what your husband could provide… You balanced plates on…

A hundred years ago, My grandmother was born. She witnessed war after war, Waiting for better years to come.   A hundred years ago, She was brave enough. Nurture a big family, And passed away in peace. (Hour 4-@Mejia)      

“I saw her yesterday, again, in an antiques shop, billowed cotton floral dress, dusty rusty gray and faded silver-oxide blacks, a 20th century still-life in motion, tin type, I think, I want to bring her here, now, impossibly, but, would my America scare her?”  …

I once played The Wild Horseman on the used piano my mother bought for my lessons. But didn’t like my teacher so I quit before I could play as well as she did. It was an upright piano. Used. We signed it inside the cover,…

I still think about you , you’ve never left my mind I still think about you , I believe our souls are still meant to be entwined I think about all the things that we could have been together, the places that we could have…

2022 prompt 4 / hour 4 “ghosts dancing in the forest”   The piano sits now, silent He moved it out of the house long ago Couldn’t bear to have it inside Couldn’t bear to part with it either It was *hers* Took it to…

A 100 years ago, 5 generations  Of broken, shredded, bloodied veils, Leaving hope in their trails  My mother, my grandmother,  Her mother, her grandmother,  And another, that we no longer remember,  In embers of my dreams,  I see her sometimes It rhymes  Our suffering The…

Old, broken, and dilapidated. Once upon a time, producing beautiful music. Now just a run down memory of a past time. A time long lost and forgotten. Barely a glimpse of better times. Left behind to rot away to nothing. All alone.

Step Right Up! Step Right Up! Ladies and Gents. The tour will begin soon for you lovely Ladies and Gents. This brave new world of 2122 promises to bring you shudders of delight. Notice the beauties! Bobbed hair, bared knees and shoulders, lips painted just…

You never met your father’s grandfather but you know him through evening tales you know him in songs of him you know that he is the first generation of pride   When your father tells your history he tells you to hit your chest and…